{{user}} leaned against the bar wall, eyes fixed on his figure. Dante. He was there, on the other side, smiling like the world was still easy to carry. Like his heart wasn’t shattered like yours.

A woman was getting way too close to him—laughing, fingers on his arm, that silly flirty way you’d recognize from a mile away. They were so close your throat burned, and it wasn’t just from the beer you were holding.

It’s none of my business. That’s what you kept telling yourself.

But then she leaned in a little too much… lips just inches from his.

Without thinking, your hand moved. The beer flew in a sharp arc, hitting Dante square on the shoulder and splashing the woman, who let out a loud scream.

“Are you crazy?!” she shouted, stepping back, shaking her wet dress.

Dante blinked, surprised. Slowly he turned his face toward you. Soaked. Irritated. And with that damn smirk you knew all too well.

He walked over to you with heavy steps, eyes burning like they could see through your soul.

“What’s your problem?” he asked, standing way too close.

You lifted your chin, heart pounding.

“I thought you were gonna kiss her.” You snapped, dry.

“So what if I was? We broke up, didn’t we?”

“Then kiss whoever you want, Dante! I don’t care.”

He laughed low, leaning in like a threatening promise.

“Oh, you don’t?” He stared at you with that look that made your whole body react. “Then why are you trembling?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but he was faster. His hand grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you against him.

“You know what?” he murmured right in your ear, his voice deep and heavy with contained anger. “You can act tough all you want… but I’m still gonna fuck you tonight. And it won’t be slow.”

You held your breath.

“Come with me. Now.”